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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter 4
Chapter Five
Chapter 6
Chapter Seven
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| Chapter 6 of Identity |
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The next morning, Alex, Dave, Sapphire, Ginny, and Belladonna Celeste, all woke up to the smell of a scrumptious fry-up. Sausages, eggs, bacon, hash-browns, muffins, black-pudding, and fresh coffee all wafted upstairs, and called them down. “’Ashie you didn’t have to do this.” Alex, being the last to rise, felt shamefaced for allowing his love to cook on their anniversary. It had been six, exceptionally happy, months since that night in the pub. In which time Dashel’s name had been twisted and consorted to such a degree that it was barely a resemblance of it’s former self… Not that he minded. “Shut up, you know I wake early, I wanted to do something special. Besides, you never let me cook, and I think you’ll find I’m not that terrible at it.” Alex kissed him. “I love you.” “Me too. Now eat, what do you think?” He shoved a small piece of bacon in his mouth “Mmm, gorgeous, just like you.” They kissed again. Gagging sounds were heard around the table, just as someone apparated in, unnoticed. Thankfully for the unknown, their intentions were pure. Luckily for Alex, Dave wasn’t exposed to this unexpected feat of magic: he doubted the muggle could handle it. “Will you two cut it out, I’m trying to eat here!” Dave, it seemed, was not amused. They pulled apart. “Heh-Hum” came a polite interruption from behind. “Remus! It’s wonderful to see you! How’s tricks?” Alex grinned. Dashel gawped: ‘Professor Lupin?’ “Dumbledore sent me to tell you some good news” “Good news, from that old coot, do me a favour” seeing the look his last statement gained, he revised it. “It was a joke Remy.” “Yeah, sure it was. He’s trying to make it up to you, you know.” “Yeah, he’s not so bad… What’s he trying to make up to you though?” Piped in Dashel. “A decade of my life, followed by a constant string of lies and manipulation. Not to mention two years of- you know what lets not talk about that okay?” Dashel nodded uncertainly. Deciding that this was the perfect time to alter the topic of conversation, Remus did: “Your adoption application came through, you know, from January, your son will be born around August the fifth. In about six weeks that is, give or take.” “What! But Dumbledore said- I mean he said that… “ Alex couldn’t breathe, “…WHAT!!!” “Lexie, you didn’t tell me you were adopting again!?” Dashel looked for all the world like a constipated dingo: His face torn between confusion, excitement, anxiety, and anguish. He addressed these emotions aloud, and in order. “You look shocked, surely you were involved in the proceedings Lexie. Does this mean I get to be a dad!? Or don’t you trust me? Is that why you didn’t tell me? Didn’t you think we’d last, don’t you love me?” He looked close to tears, his shoulders slumped, his head bowed. Alex wanted to cry himself at the sight of it. He cupped Dashel’s chin with his hand firmly, and pulled his eyes up to meet his own. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know myself, Dumbledore said that the mother had changed her mind: Hence the reason for my surprise. This was just before we got together, it’s not like I went behind your back sweetheart. Of course I trust you, you dipshit! You’re my soulmate! So yes, if you’re ready, if you really want to go through with this, then you are going to be a daddy. What do you say?” “Yes! Duh!” The two embraced in a tight hug, and circled around the eloquently decorated dining room. Dave, Sapphire and Ginny patted them on the back as they left to go to their respective jobs. They knew from previous example, that moments like this often ended in passionate snogging sessions. Belle was camped, as usual, in front of the television by this point. “So are you going to introduce me anytime soon?” Remus obviously had not taken the hint "Well you see, we sort of have a thing about that," “What kind of thing?” “Well you see Dashel has know idea who I really am.” “What!?” “And he hasn’t a clue about me either” Dashel added “What what!?” “You see when we met, we were both in glamour, and we kinda decided that with all the assumptions flying around, It might be better to get to know each other first.” “Do you know how irresponsible that is!!!” Remus was fuming, and disbelieving at such stupidity. “He could be anyone, he could be a death-eater, or frickin Voldemort-“ “Oh I see you learned how to say his name. And if ‘Ash were a death-eater, then the wards would have seen to him long before now. You know no spell is effective against them. Even innocent people under the imperious are paralysed for at least a few weeks. ” “Who the hell are you? My father had to draw power from our entire family line, the wards on our house weren’t nearly as strong… And believe me, he’s a pretty scary dude, I’d never go against him, and I’m no squib” “Is that why you’re in glamour form? Are you on the run from him? Alex he’s going to get you killed!” Dashel was growing annoyed with the werewolf’s attitude. “No I am not in hiding, at least not from him. I’m in hiding from the reputation that has been attributed to me because of him. Moreover, I hardly think he’s a threat to us. Lexie is far more powerful, he probably could have taken out bloody Voldemort if he could get his lazy arse out of bed before noon once and a while. “ At this, Alex and Remus shared a glace. It went unnoticed by Dashel. The topic once again changed. “Well, I have to get to mum’s. Give her her birthday present and all.” “What did you get her?” “A world cruise. Sun and relaxation for her, an abundance of muggle artefacts for her husband..” “Sound’s like fun. Can I come with you when you drop it off?” “No,” he was ashamed of himself when he saw the pleading in his love’s eyes, “It’s just that is you meet my family… “What could possibly happen Lexie?” “Well, if you’re as smart as I think you are, then you’ll figure out who I am. Either that or you’ll think I’m someone that I’m not. It’s the kind of situation where if you put two and two together and get four, then you’re not thinking outside the box enough.” “So am I to take it that you and Dashel will not be attending this party tonight?” “No we will not, and there’s no need to look so pleased. We will find other things to, uh, occupy our minds… “Like dinner, at Benito’s.” “I was kinda thinking more along the lines of dinner in bed. But if that’s what you want then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll call and make a reservation.” “There’s no need, to all intents and purposes I own it. They’ll make room, they always do.” “Dashel?” “Yes?” “Dashie, Ashie, Dash, Ash, She-she,” “She-she!?” “To far huh? Ashie Cinders, Cinderella… “What is it you irritating git?” “I love you.” “Oh I think I’m gonna die.” “I think I already did, that food was-“ “Heaven” The girls had gone to Mrs Weasley’s birthday party with Belle, and Dave was working the late shift at the pub. The house was theirs for the evening, and Alex intended on taking advantage of that fact. He grabbed Dashel’s wrist, and made for the stairs. “No Lexie, No. We need to talk.” He fingered the small box in his pocket. “Ash what is it? Did I do something wrong?” “No, It’s just… Lets go sit down in living room, okay?” And they did. “Dashel Thomas Lynott, will you tell me what’s going on here, you’re freaking me out!” “Look, will you just listen to me for a second! I’m trying to think about how to do this.” “Oh Merlin, you’re breaking up with me aren’t you? Why Dash why? After all that fuss you made this morning! Am I not good enough for you, or did you just get scared at the thought of a kid?” Dashel clasped the hysterical man’s shoulders firmly, and shook him slightly. “I am NOT breaking up with you, I never WILL break up with you, and if you don’t pipe down right NOW, I’m going to make you wish that that wasn’t the case, tu comprends?” Alex nodded. “Alex I’m gonna ask you something, but I need to do it with all the cards on the table. I want you to know that I love you, and I want you to answer me based on the man you know me to be, in here.” He tapped his chest, “But, if I’m going to do this, then I’m doing it properly. That means 100% honesty. Here goes” He bowed his head, put his hands over his face, and began to move then up, to run through his long hair. Alex noticed that as he did this, the deep brown locks became almost white, though not changing in length. ‘Belle was right, he does have pretty hair’ “Are you going to look at me, it cant be that bad” “Oh it can.” But he raised his head all the same. Cringing when he saw the look of horror on his partner’s face. Alex met his powder blue eyes and felt his jaw drop. “MALFOY!” “Lexie I-“ “Don’t call me that! What, was this some kind of joke? How the hell did you manage to get around the wards? I can’t believe I let you into my home, I’m so fucking stupid!” “Alex please, I love you, there’s nothing wrong with the wards.” “Bullshit! Is this some plot worked out by all you ex-deatheaters, to see me pay for what I did to your master? Huh?” “I’m NOT a fucking DEATHEATER! After everything we said about preconcept- Wait, Harry?” Alex’s mousy brown hair darkened to match Draco’s previous colour. His eyes shone like jade, and a scar traced it’s way up his forehead. Interestingly, neither men’s glamour affected much more that their hair, eyes, and obviously Harry’s scar. “As if you didn’t already fucking know! So I’ll ask again, before I kill you, how the hell did you get around the wards?” “Harry listen to me! I didn’t ‘get around the wards,’ they let me in, because I’m your soul mate, and I love you. Were you not fucking listening before? Have you gone selectively deaf? I’m asking you to marry me!! If I was really out to kill you, don’t you think I would have done it by now, it’s not like I haven’t had the opportunity! And for the love of Merlin, why the hell would I tell you who I am now? You didn’t force me to, I told you willingly. I’m sick and tired of being punished for being my father’s son. I thought you were different. I was wrong.” “Ashie, I-“ “NO! I’m leaving! Have a nice life.” Alex slumped down on to the floor beside the leather sofa; he tried to mute a sob, but failed miserably. Giving up on restraint, he cried: For his self-inflicted loss, for his stupidity, for the large metaphorical bundle of slashed arteries and muscle tissue, which currently resided in his throat- having made a leap up from his chest when he realised that Dashel, Draco, whatever, was telling his the truth. ‘I can’t breathe, I need to get him back, I can’t breathe.’ Hyperventilating, weaked from sorrow, and mentally drained, he compelled himself up to his, their, bed. A decision branded into his cerebellum: to find Ash first thing tomorrow, and fix this. Home Previous Chapter Next Chapter |
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